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I was once
part of my dad
and also part of
my mother
later but not so
literally I was part
of someone else’s
further I will be part
of the trees’ roots
contributing to the
flowers’ beauty
part of water
somewhere in
the sky all along
I was part of god
but here you
stiffen and say
I cannot
prove it
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This poem is on page 55 of the published bilingual collection California Notebooks 02.
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forever is to renew
what I already have
every day
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early this morning
the sun kissed
the tips of grass
like light
bulbs turned on
one at a time
to brighten the
soggy meadow
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to soar up
above all
where stars
wait on the night
to pasture blue
clouds unkempt
where prayers
roam before
finding rest
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This poem is part of the selection for the new collection, soon to be published, California Notebooks 03.
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I could just imagine
the stars heaped up
behind the full moon
I could see them
scattered a geography
of the desert sky
some move my eyes
as across a landscape
an imagined horizon
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Anna Mosca dancing in daylight at La Quinta Desert, Coachella Valley, CA
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This poem is part of the published bilingual collection California Notebooks 02. The Italian version of it was just published on this blog last Sunday 19 May 2019.
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this desire
that explores the cosmos
by miniatures
by high concentration
embracing
the whole array of words
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there is that voice inside
that opens our eyes to
a secret mirror reflecting
our deepest nature to
our absolute beauty
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do flowers and plants
have feelings and if so
have they learned fear
yet or live their life
carefree not hunted
down by anything
but seasons of which
they have no knowledge
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it’s an afterward
moving
this of giving poetry
a way
to talk about the beauty
lingering
unseen
sensitivity shining
bright
in our darker days
when we
think there’s little
to be seen
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This poem can be read at page 109 of the published collection California Notebooks 02.
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I’m at loss
describing beauty
a godly attribute
.
words aligned as pearls
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to become a necklace
and I can’t find
the thread
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pensive hazel eyes
flickering around
the night where
perfumes sail to
the clouds away
from the cracking
tiny sound of bare foot
on sleepy grass
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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02
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that power within
and from above
I believe I am
fog that endures
with darkness
I think I have
missed the wind
on my sail
a random cloud
fair and heavy
to stay away
from everything
from you from what
I do not count anymore
and I’ve left behind
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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02
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how little time
we take to look
around us to wonder
the light downing
on people and things
alike smaller yet
the time to look inside
where light shall abide
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absolute is the space
I search within
the fire the unstoppable
waters that rule me
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being there
one day
where the sound
of butterflies wings
could be heard
stretched on a smile
attentive to my
body changes
on the awe of gratitude
cracking away
a bit at a time
to deeper life
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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02
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